I chased the dragon last night, the Jade Dragon. The Jade Dragon is a nice old-fashioned Chinese-American restaurant located not more than 2 miles from my nice little home. It's located in an older strip mall, right next to a pet groomer, and a Bank of America.
A kindly, spectacled Chinese man runs the front desk, kind of like an Asian Bob Newhart. The restaurant, which never seems very busy, consists of a modest (yet spacious) dining area, and a dark and seedy lounge hidden behind two velvet-padded swivel doors with nautical circle windows.
I keep a Jade Dragon menu tucked neatly in my kitchen drawer. I never use it, since I have their phone number programmed into my phone, and I always order the same thing. I like having it, though, in the rare event that I want something different, or if I have guests who need to see the menu.
"Hello, Jade Dragon."
"Yeah, hi, I'd like to place an order for pick up."
"OK, go ahead."
"Yeah, I'll take a Chicken Fried Rice, and a Chicken Chop Suey."
"Chicken fried rice..... chicken chop suey.... anything else?"
"Nope, thats it."
"OK, give me 10, 15 minutes."
"Great, thanks!"
Ten to fifteen minutes later I'm driving home. Ten to fifteen minutes after that I'm stuffing my face.
16 years ago
4 comments:
Have you been to Hung Far Low? Now THAT is a seedy lounge.
Nope, nuh uh. Should I check it out?
Hung Far Low is the ultimate in late night scuzzball Chinese food decadence. Two syringes way up.
Yes, go to Hung Far Low. I've only been for drinks, never for the food.
Bring a lady there. Order her a scotch on the rocks. Tell her to wait till the ice melts a little before drinking. That's what happened to me.
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